Journalists and chroniclers travel to tell stories, to transform places into words; I travel to protect what was written yet ignored. Stranded in a world of existential contradictions, a writer looks for his story in a labyrinth of tangled and blurred memories, one of brief reflections and painful moments. Gradually he plunges into the absurd: between the need to know who Borya is and the temptation to become him. Two absurdities become evident in a desperate world: the frustrated writer who travels in search of books never-before read; and the stranger who, from a faraway place, begs by telephone to be allowed to pay his debt. Bouncing between confusion and mishaps, everything in this novel looks like it could be a coincidence and or not, where the urgencies of the world are only urgent if there is a media debate that comes with them. Without a reality show there is no reality. Without a reader there is no written work. This novel is a mind game where people’s motives are brought to light one by one, and converge in an unexpected end.